Short Somethings Poems
Short Somethings Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Somethings by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Somethings by length and keyword.
Beat in
beat out
music sounds
throughout the house
dark hard beats timed to my heart
just about now
somethings going to start.
Form:
THAW
coming and going
somethings aren't meant to be seen
no longer frozen
05/16/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018©
Pilfered promises
Needless to my somethings
Landslide refractions
Where angels think twice to tread
And fools rush to their finish
OWNED IMAGE
somethings glorified
God has created man in...
in His own image
8/23/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
OWN THE VIEW WONDERFULLY MADE
somethings glorified
God has created man in...
in His own image
8/23/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
a recurring dream a hilltop
taking my pug to a pet shop
his hair moist and long
think i somethings wrong
the clerk blurts out your pets a mop.
What to do about nothing
When somethings come into view
I look and see the somethings
That nothings are somethings true
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
4/19/18
Simple to you and easy to me,
The precedent to implement will affect efficacy,
Why?,
I surmise when somethings easy to see,
The Mind will have you do exactly as you please.
Form:
we have an internal warning system
gifted to us by God
if somethings says, “get out of the car!”
“run for your life”
“get out the door!”
do it.
This system is here for a reason.
Well, I'm neither for the Wo(MB)men,
Nor for folks whose pants hold somethings.
But tis the truth,what're you women making yourselves?:
Putting men out of context.
18:03:17:20:29
Somethings holding me it's my skin
Somethings surrounding me the air
Somethings flows through me
blood, water, spirit ?
Flows in me
11/12/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr©2020.
I had a good dream
I wanted to remember
Could not remember
Good dream so I thought
Took an internet dream course
Now remembering
My memory came
Somethings are best left alone
Scared me to death
He walks by and catches my eye
She smiles and it makes me feel shy
I feel a tug of war in my heart
I don't know where to beginning or
where to part. Somethings you just
have to leave up to god.
Sensative to Offensive and Apprehensive
Somethings to we are very sensitive;
So many others have been offensive;
Totally diverse,
In this universe;
Can be considerate yet apprehensive.
Jim Horn
i have to admit that there are somethings i hate, all of my friends have someone while i cant even get a date, would you call it destiny, or would you call it fate? im sitting in water, i feel like im bait.
It's all
Equally nothing
The appearances of
Somethings may bring
Stories of inequality..
But the somethings
Are nothing
It is all
Equally nothing..
A sigh of freedom
May arise...
Form:
i act like somethings wrong
its not me
all a show
trying so hard
to be
what you want
only to fail misserably
so what do i do?
be me?
ive done that
but im rejected
that way too
how i wish i could run
Form:
HAPPENINGS
Sometimes happens whereas wherewithall;
As is somethings matter;
HAPPENINGS
Matters naught;
Sorrow distance falling up in tall;
HAPPENINGS
12/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
Something showing
Outside inside
Birdhouse bathhouse
Baseball horse stall
See food sea food
Oh-look cookbook
Eggshell upstairs
10/25/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Almost forever and never again
Most wouldn't believe the places I've been
Sights that I saw
Would leave you in awe
Somethings I've done
That I would tell no one
For these I must save
And take to the grave
Spotlight snow day;
Hot pink summer sun a blazed;
~
Wild huckleberry sweet N sour alt;
Dessert drought very, very, very, hot;
11-22-21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
do not tarry
but
do not tarry
somethings
are not of this earth
to worry about
now listen
my son
just bring me
my holster
and
bring me my gun
while
just to keep one foot out of the grave
and
do not tarry my son
I am Your bride
As I prepare
As I wait
As I work
You arrive,
wrap Your arms around me,
and caress the back of my neck with gentle lips
You whisper sweet somethings in my ear
My heart swells
and I am undone
Welcome home
Against a fence, glib looks descend;
somethings will not mend.
Pockets empty, belly too, fill it
With sweepings, firewood chopped
From dried old yew.
Ignomeny? Plain to see. The past
Can’t rescue,what’s not there to see.
When eyes close
with a force
pushing
a large stone
on a current
of a stream
flowing
glowing
showing
somethings balanced
somethings hidden
on a needle tip
spreading on the eyes
of a thousand lashes
each dripping
a single tear
of fortitude